All against All
If Tomas Hobbes knew anything about good old City office politics he would have run screaming to the hills. There is no civil war greater than the civil war going on beneath quiet air conditioners and muted florecent lights.
Masopher told me its a dog eat dog world out there. Naively I thought that if I was a smart enough dog I would get together with a bigger group of dogs and we would feast on all the other dogs. Unfortunately now that I am part of a massive savage group of dogs the biggest threat to my flank is the teeth of my own packmates. And yeah we do attack other packs, we get into tangles but even in victory I find some little bitch still snipping at my tail! Why anyone wants a peice of my mangy fur is a war between my ego and my logic because I know I am special, but I try my best not to let anyone else know that! But with that my ego gets flanked by my insecurity, maybe its becuase I am not throwing my balls in everyones face that my packmates think I am mountable? Never once does the consideration that maybe I am these chowderheads bitch cross my mind. How could it?
So there you have it, I do in fact hold them in as little regard as they hold me, I wish it was the english civil war period so I could march all the way upstairs and hand them for the witches and retards that they seem to me. And I would expect them to do the same for I threaten their peaceful existence of doddering around the watercooler and getting lemon squirted in their eye when someone outside of their clique passes by.
Perhaps it is the mutual hate and distrust that makes a country special. Maybe when the constitution of the US was being drafted, John Handcock was thinking that John Adams was a illiterate bastard and Robert Treat was thinking that Richard stockton was a whiney little anal retentive. Masopher has been involved with so many hidden wars that a little eye rolling and sharp tounged “evaluation” doesnt phase him. I agree.
